Coloration

Chapter 3

Steven followed me to class like a little puppy.
Although he could be annoying with all his new stories, he was very loyal, and I admired that about him.

I took my seat at the front of the room. Apparently I was some kind of 'troublemaker' and needed to be watched by the teacher every second of the day.
I didn't ever do anything wrong.
Only....occasionally....maybe pull a prank on the teacher. Maybe.

I pulled out my notebook, and started copying the notes the teacher put on the board.

I felt her beady dark eyes scan me. It made my skin crawl. She looked like a rat. Her nose was long, her teeth pointy, and she had a strange craving for cheese.
No matter what the occasion, after she finished teaching, she'd sit down at her desk, and munch on a large chunk of muenster.

"Mr.Morgen. How was your weekend?" Mrs. Peterson slammed her ruler on her desk, making her coffee cup spill.

I looked up nervously. "M-my weekend?"

"That's what I said."

"It was wonderful."

"Glad you feel that way. Because I'm about to ruin your week." She placed a paper on my desk, and grinned wickedly.

I picked it up. It was my midterm.
I had dreaded this moment from the second I handed it in.

67%....at least I didn't fail.....

"Happy with your grade Mr. Morgen?"

I gave her a blank stare.

"Because I'm not." Mrs.Peterson shook her head. "I know you can do better."

I could feel my cheeks getting hot from embarrassment. The whole class was watching this not so epic show down.

"Maybe I could." I sunk down in my seat. "But probably not."

She crossed her arms. "It's your choice. If you want to help your grade, see me at the end of the day."

Steven snickered.

What a dirty minded freak.

I nodded slowly. "I can try....."

"Good." She snapped. "Now finish those notes before I call your parents."

I wiped my sweaty palms on my pants, and picked up my pencil.
What could she possibly want from me? How could she help me? It was bad enough she embarrassed me in front of the class, now I have to see her? Ugh fml.

Steven punched my shoulder gently.
"The Teach wants some."

I rolled my eyes. "Dude. Shut up."

"Can't deny the truth."

"She just wants to talk to me for a few minutes. Why ya gotta make it into something it's not?" I tapped the pencil on the desk.

"I have a sexy imagination."

I shook my head and laughed. "More like deranged. Seriously Steven, get a life."

"I will. Ashley and I will have a great time tonight." He whistled.

I ran a hand through my black hair.
"Please, spare me the details. I don't need to have Nightmares."

"Whatever you say. But it's your loss." He leaned back.

"I think it's my gain." I muttered, and shoved my book in my bag.